Moon's Shadow Ch. 01

"Please. Please don't... Don't throw me off..." He sobbed softly as his fingers undid the first button.

"Throw you off the island?" Analisse asked, sounding amused. Beryl nodded as he stared at the floor and grasped the second button. It came out of its hole with a little more difficulty and the V of his exposed chest grew a little bigger.

"My dear little gemstone, if you are what I think you are, then executing you is the last thing I intend to do," There was an excitement and anticipation in Analisse's voice as she watched him disrobe. What the cause of that excitement was, Beryl couldn't guess, he could only move his hands down to the third button. He paused there for a second, shuddering as the anticipation built up to unbearable levels, and then undid it and pulled the top half of his blouse open all at once, revealing the Crest of the Moon to her gaze.

Analisse gasped softly as she saw it. The Crest was a circular birthmark of slightly raised, bumpy flesh just above his solar plexus. It was patterned to match exactly the markings of the full moon. "You do bear it..." Analisse whispered reverently. A moment later, Beryl felt her fingers on his flesh and he gasped softly. He looked up at her, completely confused as she pressed her hand against the mark on his flesh, exploring its contours with a rapturous little smile on her face.

"Ma'am?" Beryl asked, wondering what exactly was happening.

"So beautiful..." Analisse murmured, sounding like she was talking more to herself. With Beryl not even realizing it, Analisse's other hand swiftly went and undid the remaining buttons on Beryl's blouse. She placed both of her hands on Beryl's chest, fingers running across the smooth flesh until they found his nipples. She did the smallest movement with her fingers, but it trapped both of Beryl's nipples between her middle and ring fingers and she put just a little bit of a squeeze on them as her thumbs continued to trace the contours of the Crest in the middle of his chest.

"A-Aah!" Beryl yelped softly, Analisse's attentions sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He looked directly into her eyes and she was looking back at him now, no longer transfixed by the sight of the crest.

"Does my little gemstone like that, now?" she teased with a joyous grin on her face.

Any notion of lying to or resisting this woman found no purchase in Beryl's mind. He whimpered softly and nodded at her. She responded by kneading her fingers into the soft fleshy bits of his chest a little harder and then giving his sensitive little buds a stronger pinch. Beryl was mostly flat-chested but the Crest seemed to have redistributed a decent amount of his body fat into his chest. So, as Analisse's fingers aggressively grasped at his breasts, they found plenty enough flesh to squeeze. She leaned in closely, putting her face right next to Beryl's.

"You are very special, Beryl," she whispered. "There are some things that I need from you, things only you can do." Her breath was hot in his ear, and she purred excitedly as she spoke. "...And if you're a good girl for your Mistress as you do them, I'll take extra special care of you, and even play with your needy little body. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yes, Mistress," Beryl whimpered, pressing his body against her groping hands. He didn't know what she was talking about, but he did know that he didn't want her to stop. He also couldn't help but dread that the other shoe was about to drop. She'd seen the accursed Crest, after all.

Analisse chuckled softly at his response, pulling back from him a little and shifting her hands to grasp his nipples between her thumb and forefinger so that she could pull on them a little more firmly. "I knew you'd be an obedient little slut the first time I saw you." She gave his nipples a firm pull, fleshy mounds tenting outwards with the force of her squeeze. Beryl gasped in pain, his tender nipples throbbing at the torment. Yet, somehow, his urge to let Analisse do whatever she wanted with him only intensified, a tingling masochistic thrill passing through him that he didn't fully understand.

"Now, I think my little gemstone deserves a reward for showing me what I wanted to see." She released his right nipple and moved her left hand downwards, fingers deliberately brushing across the surface of the Crest as they went. Her fingers grabbed hold on the little latch at the top of his pants and unsnaped it with practiced ease before slipping below the waistband. Beryl breathed in a shaky breath, meeting Analisse's intense gaze as her fingers pressed against the soft flesh of Beryl's pubic mound on their way downward. As her hand slowly wrapped itself around Beryl's hard little shaft, her expression slowly changed until she was giving Beryl a somewhat confused look.

"Gemstone. Why do you have a penis?" She asked, her hand squeezing said penis softly.

It took Beryl a moment to realize that of course Analisse was expecting him to have a vagina. "I'm a boy... the Crest, it..." he mumbled, suddenly feeling very foolish.

"Ah, I suppose that's right. I do recall reading that children born with the Moon's Crest can develop this way." She gave his cock a little squeeze and smiled again, melting away most of Beryl's fears that she might be mad about his body. "Well, that changes a few specifics but it's not a problem." Analisse removed her hands from Beryl's body, and gripped him firmly by the shoulder. She spun him around and pressed his upper body against the wall, bending him at the waist. His butt was pushed backwards into Analisse's other hand, and her fingers dug in, gripping his bum firmly.

"Stay," she instructed, resting one hand on his back as the other pulled his pants down off his hips so that the garment bunched up right below his glutes. "Cute panties for a 'boy,' precious," she snickered softly. Her fingers slipped below the waistband of his panties, middle and pointer fingers dipping down into the crack between his cheeks.

"Mistress? What are you-" Beryl tried to straighten up a little bit and turn around to look at what Analisse was doing. Her hand quickly found his shoulder, and she roughly pressed him back into the position she'd put him in initially.

"Be still," she repeated herself, her tone much more stern even as the fingers sliding further into the crack of his butt were gentle and playful. She quickly found his hole, her fingertips circling and probing it gently. "Trust that your Mistress knows what your body wants." Her other hand disappeared off his shoulder and this time he didn't move even as he heard her rummaging around somewhere behind him. He heard the soft metallic rasp of a lid being removed, and then Analisse adjusted the angle of the hand that was down his panties so that her wrist was pulling the waistband further outwards. Something cold and wet poured down the crack of his butt and he yelped in surprise. Analisse shushed him softly as she continued to pour a fairly copious amount onto him. A short while later, she'd put the container away and thoroughly coated her fingers and his hole in the slippery liquid. Her other hand returned to his back and held him firmly in place without putting even an ounce of force upon him.

With a single twist, Analisse's middle finger curled inward, the digit penetrating his tight ring up to the second knuckle. Beryl's fingers curled slightly as he experienced the strange sensation, but to his surprise he found himself trusting Analisse just as she'd told him. It took barely any time at all for her to work her entire middle finger into his ass and then to start twisting and pumping it back and forth inside his tight hole. A soft gasp escaped Beryl's lips as he struggled to make sense of the sensations he was experiencing. It was a sort of gentle sexual pleasure roiling over him. He found himself panting and moaning softly, pushing his ass back against her hand and matching her motions with subtle cues from his body.

"That's a good girl, enjoy your reward," Analisse cooed encouragingly as she withdrew her finger until only the tip was inside and then paired it with another. She pushed the two slickened digits back inside, the added width making Beryl wince for just a moment as his hole was forced to stretch a bit. She pushed gently yet steadily until both fingers were buried inside him up to the last knuckle.

Beryl closed his eyes as his legs wobbled a little. Analisse curled her fingers downward a little, and started to rub in small circles, her fingers slowly wandering and exploring the fleshy walls of his rectum. The rubbing and stretching was a strange but pleasant feeling, but as Analisse's fingers hit a certain spot, the sensation was amplified. Beryl clenched down hard on her hand and cried out softly, scooting away a little bit to alleviate the intensity.

"There it is," Analisse chuckled softly, keeping her fingers firmly planted upon that spot as she moved up beside him. She laid her forearm across Beryl's back and leaned in, using her height and weight to forcibly pin him to the wall. She leaned in, and whispered in his ear. "I'd tell you to be still for this part, but I know you'll never be able to." Her teeth gently nipped at his ear as she started.

Analisse started to pump her fingers hard and steady against that spot inside of him. Beryl felt his body shake and buck against the overwhelming pleasure and sensation, but Analisse leaned in harder, keeping his body immobile as her fingers ravaged his ass. He threw his head backwards, moaning and squealing as she 'played with him.' He looked over at her, eyes barely focused as the pleasure radiated through him.

She was watching him with a wicked little grin on her face as Beryl shook and trembled with ecstasy. He noticed that her eyes had a slight golden gleam to them, and she held his gaze as she kept thrumming those incredible fingers of hers inside his ass, driving him to a pleasure that was far beyond his poor body's ability to process.

"T-Too much!" Beryl wailed, paying no heed to the volume of his voice as Annalise continued to forcefully milk him. His hole made lewd squelching noises as her pistoning accelerated over time, the waves of sensation growing and overlapping until he couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

"That's my decision, precious," Annalise snickered at him, pressing her weight harder against his and hammering that spot inside him with her fingers. Beryl shrieked as he succumbed to what his Mistress was doing to him. He lost all sense of where he was or what was happening as his entire body seemed to orgasm. He drifted on a wave of bliss, completely losing his footing and collapsing down to his knees. He was vaguely aware of Analisse assisting his descent but he was too fuck-drunk to actually realize what was happening. His body twitched and shuddered even as she laid him down on the floor. His breathing came in shallow gasps for several minutes as he was dimly aware of Analisse moving around the small office as he recovered from the most intense experience of his life.

One of the first things Beryl became aware of once he calmed down was the sticky damp spot all over the front of his panties. He reached down and brushed his fingers along the soaked cloth, wondering when exactly he had ejaculated since there had been no one moment of pleasure that was distinct from another. Analisse's fingers ran through his hair, snapping him out of his stupor and drawing his attention towards her.

"Was that your first time, precious?" she asked. Her face was calm but had just the slightest hint of a smile on it.

Part of Beryl wanted to be embarrassed but somehow he couldn't be, all he felt was a sort of adoration towards her, a connection and a dependence towards this woman that he couldn't understand. "Yes," he answered, staring at her rapturously and softly marveling at how strong these feelings were.

Analisse nodded and rose up from her kneeling position. She walked over to the desk at the far wall and sat down, pulling some papers out of a drawer. "Come here, gemstone. Answer some questions for me." As she walked away, Beryl felt the intensity of his emotions calm down a little, as though the mere proximity to her had been what was pulling on him. He shakily rose to his feet, pulling his pants back on and picking his discarded blouse up off the floor. He sat on one of the comfy chairs in the office next to the desk and watched Analisse demurely, waiting for her to speak.

"You do not actually have guardians in East Laboratory, I assume?" she asked, looking up at him from her paper. He hesitated for a moment, wondering not only what he should say in response, but also wondering what it was that she wanted to hear from him.

"No, I don't, Mistress. My parents died in an accident when I was young." When he answered, he was surprised to see her simply nod like he'd told her his favorite colour.

"Where are you from, then? How did you stay out of the system until now?"

"I'm... from Kaaz, Mistress..." he mumbled, looking down at his feet. Analisse was silent for a few moments, and the silence drew his eyes back up to her. She was looking at him intensely, a puzzled frown on her face.

"How in the world did you make it to the Grand City if you were born on Kaaz?" she asked quietly.

"I... teleported, Mistress," Beryl explained, blushing a little as he realized how silly he sounded. "I did the calculations, made a Glyph, and..." he trailed off. Analisse had a smile on her face, but it was a different expression than one he'd seen on her before. Her grin had a wickedness to it, a triumph.

"Oh, precious... You're every bit the vessel that I imagined you might be," she whispered. After a brief moment of silence, she leaned in towards him, her expression grim and serious. "But I know that I only stress a point you already know when I say this, Beryl. That you are both lowborn and that you bear the Crest makes your very existence a heresy in the Empire's eyes. In concealing you, I make my life as dependent upon keeping this secret as yours is."

Beryl was taken aback by the intensity of her statement. He hadn't thought even for a moment that she would put herself at risk for... for him? "Mistress, I can't ask you—"

Analisse interrupted him with a laugh as she pulled out a sheet of paper and wrote something at the bottom. "Let's be clear. I am doing this to advance my own interests." She slid the paper over to Beryl along with a pen. "Sign this."

He looked down at the paper which was covered with impenetrable technical jargon and a flowing signature with large letters at the bottom that had no doubt been put there just a moment ago by Analisse.

"Can I ask-"

"Guardianship authorization. You are now a ward of the Trecorya family, precious."

"But-" She gave him a brief withering glance that killed his protest in the cradle. He swallowed and picked up the pen, signing the bottom of the document right under Analisse's name. "So... what do I do now?"

"In general, all you need to do is what you're told," Analisse replied, taking the paper from him and setting it aside. "Your presentation and demeanor need some work. This whole..." She gestured at him disdainfully. "...Tomboy look that you're going for is just dreadful, but it's nothing I can't fix. For now, go back to your studies. I'll collect you and bring you to our estate when I'm done here." She dismissed him with a wave, and Beryl couldn't help but feel a little off-put at how brusque she was being. He wanted to stay here with her, he wanted her attention and he wanted to understand and articulate the wellspring of feelings that was surging within him, but he also didn't want to argue with her. He quietly put his blouse back on, buttoning it up twice because he misaligned the holes the first time. Analisse didn't even look at him as he dressed himself and then stood up to walk to the door. He paused with his hand on the handle, hoping she'd say something to him, but she didn't, so he left with the sound of her pen scratching on a paper behind him.

Beryl let out a happy sigh as he strolled through the halls of the Academy. As nerve-wracking as the experience had been, it was a relief that someone else finally knew, that he could share his burden with someone. Beyond that, the fact that she had seen the Crest upon his chest and accepted it without pause was an experience he'd never expected to have. Plus, her comment about 'fixing' his presentation sounded like she wanted to let him go back to being a boy, which was a... relief...?

He stopped in the middle of the hallway, frowning a little. Was it a relief? He thought it would be. It seemed like it was supposed to be. It didn't... feel like a relief, though. He wasn't quite sure what that meant.

He returned to the reading room which was occupied now by a different group of students talking and studying. They looked over at him as he went to his spot in the corner, and he paused with his hand upon the cover of one of his textbooks, feeling... very scrutinized.

"Was that you in the Trecorya office?" One of Beryl's classmates, a boy named Kido was the one to finally speak up. A sort of amused buzz seemed to pass through the small group as the question was posed and Beryl couldn't help but feel like the question was a trap.

"Yes. Analisse just... wanted to ask me something." Beryl blushed as he opened the heavy book, looking intently at his notes to conceal his flushing face.

"Uh-huh," Kido snickered. "Your shirt is inside out, you know."

Beryl looked down and immediately saw that Kido was telling the truth. "I... uhh..."

"The whole Academy heard you screaming, too," one of the other students added, and the whole lot of them burst into giggles.

Beryl looked at the group of students with a mortified expression. Several excuses and explanations flitted through his head but they were all extremely unconvincing. He wanted to just pack up his things, go home to his dormitory, and then vanish forever. Barring that, he considered finding some corner of the Academy to study in away from his classmates.

But Analisse had told him to wait, and the thought of disobeying her made his stomach turn.

He half-heartedly tried to get back to studying. The literature material he'd been given had been opaque and impossible when he wasn't distracted and now trying to make headway on it was beyond useless.

"Beryl," her voice made him jump, and he looked up to see her at the door, giving him a 'come hither' gesture.

"She's yours now, Ana?" Kido asked, his tone still tinged with amusement but he'd stripped out the derision now that Analisse was here.

"Obviously," Analisse replied coldly, giving Kido a disapproving frown.

Kido caught the implication in her look and cleared his throat nervously, "Right. Not my business, sorry." He stole a quick glance at Beryl, then looked back down at his own work.

Beryl finished gathering up his things and joined Analisse at the door. She placed her hand on his cheek for a moment, giving him a warm little half-smile. "Let's get you into your new home, precious."